The Company of the Whiskey Drinking Bear

Mystery Theatre
Thorr's Journal Entry 38

After the events of Sunstead, our fellowship disbanded for the winter and I returned to Erebor and my Mair. I arrived and reported to King Dain of the Barrow Wight ’s evil attempt to turn the Helm of Peace into the Helm of Death. Our fellowship thwarted his attempt and I had destroyed the Helm of Death with a single blow. Unfortunate but necessary to save Ceowyn.

I also reported what we had learned from Ashe and that Sauron had revealed himself once again to the world. The King could not believe that Sauron had returned and yet he knew my words to be true. I was an elf-friend and the ambassador. The elves would not lie about such an evil and Mair pointed out that there was nothing to gain from this. Our darkest fears are before us. I returned to Mair that evening and she revealed to me that we were with child. I was shocked at first and then I was more determined than ever to wipe this evil from the world so that my Mair and my child would be protected from the shadow of Mordor. I and our fellowship will slay this evil from this world.

I embarked on a mission to improve my armor so that I could protect myself in battle. My winter was spent with Duaak the master armorer and I learned to craft dwarven hauberk mail using the old ways. I spent hours and hours learning everything that I could and a fierceness welled up inside me to work the metals with my fire making skills. I am now ready to do battle. I spent much time with the masters and they were gracious in their passing of knowledge to me over drinks late into the evenings. Good thing I am a prince as the bar tab was always excessive.

Close to the end of winter, I was summoned to meet Devlin and Fekka, two dwarves from Eriador. They traveled from the West and they reported that all are afraid to travel through the Trollshaws as Mormog is terrorizing the surrounding lands. They traveled across the Anduin Vale and came upon the Astor Vale. It seems that our old friend Petra Dribblecup learned of their passing and sought them out.

Petra asked these dwarves to seek me out in Erebor as her son was under arrest for the murder of his step-father. We were to arrive by mid-summer or else her son would be put to death. I assured the dwarves that I would attend to the matter and I sent ravens to the Whiskey Drinking Bear fellowship. I also encouraged the dwarves to develop new trading partners. I gave them my contacts in Laketown with Bombur and I also asked that they engage in trade at my new trading post in Sunstead.

When my friends arrived in Erebor, Loreth informed me of her adventures back at her homeland and that the evil growing there would need magical weapons to overcome their threat. I went to King Dain and asked about gaining access to magical weapons to fight this evil. He stated that Frar the Beardless was also interested in such things and he would not recommend my journeying in Frar’s path. We may need to seek out Gandalf or Saruman.

If there are no other options, then we may need head to the Mountains of the Grey Delve against the warnings of King Dain. I reached back out to Devlin and Fekka and asked that they make trade with Frar. This will be an option left open to us. I sent word to Thranduil to allow them to enter the realm of Mirkwood to establish trade and later they may use this as a potential link to Frar. We must be careful as Frar may still be mad about anyone working with elves. My hope is that he would welcome mining tools as I have offered my aide to him in the past. We do know through old lore that the Grey Delve is warded with traps both cunning and lethal. This will not be an easy path to follow.

I also learned more about our new party member, Grimbow. His bravado in Sunstead has already reached those within his homeland. He has been summoned by the Horse Lord back to Rohan when opportunity arises. This is good news and we must do what we can to get Grimsboy back as soon as possible. It will be good to visit this new land of horses, even though horses do not take a liking to this goat loving dwarf.

I was uncertain of Mair’s response to my needing to leave again with the fellowship. I asked Loreth to reach out to her and break the news. Honestly, I was too much the coward to disappoint my Mair. I can’t bare to see her saddened by my words. Instead I sought out Loreth and hoped that Mair would be entertained by the chance to speak with Loreth about her brother Thorin. We may yet see our dwarven ways change ever more. Maybe a match with a human woman and a prince of dwarfs would bring a new bond beyond our peoples. I went back to Mair that night and we spent one more passionate night together. Fortunately, she was thankful for me to not be around her while she carries the baby to term. I must not fail in my effort to throw down this evil.

Our journey to Astor Vale was long and mostly uneventful. We traveled through Mirkwood and Elabrimborn sang elven riding songs to keep our spirits raised. We also went past the foothills of the Grey Delve and decided that it was best to continue to the vale . We reached the outskirts of the vale and noted that there were several areas cleared of forest. We entered a lumber camp nearby and made our way into one of the small inns. Our greeting by these people were not hospitable. They wanted us to leave immediately and really didn’t like the elf in our party, as per usual. Elabrimborn never ceases to amaze me on how the people of Middle Earth do not take kindly to him. If they only knew what I know to be true of his goodness.

These lumbermen were mostly thieves and cutthroats but we needed shelter and we wanted to see if we could learn of the happenings in this area near Petra’s home. We tried to charm them and could only find common ground in our loathing of goblins who had made raids on the area. These were not good people and there was a bitterness growing in the pit of my stomach. They sided with that slaver Viglund who keeps encroaching on the homestead of the Beornings. We learned that they had heard of Petra and her son. They said that the son believed an owl women had killed his step-father, Bairn. A pretty incredulous story. Old lore does tell us of owl beings that were often used as body guards to sacred places.

We were also told that Viglar, the son of Viglund, is in charge of this region and they confirmed that he is waiting on our arrival to pass judgement and execute the boy. They said he has a goblin sidekick called Savigga. Viglar has a longhouse in northern Mirkwood. We purchased whiskey for this riffraff and I kept a wary eye out on them. Only Elabrimborn drank heavily and he seemed enchanted by a girl named Umbretta. They danced and sang all night before retiring for the evening together. As fate would happen, Elabrimborn ended up tied up to a bed post and left abandoned. As luck would have it, he was found by Grimwaldo in the morning. Elves really can’t hold their liquor.

Our new friends sent along a scout to ride with us to Petra’s home. We arrived without incident and met Petra with a warm embrace. She is a sweetheart and she was glad to see all of us. We shared wine and it was a good reunion under the circumstances. After a short time, Viglar and his sidekick burst into the home and stated that the trial would start in the morning and departed as quickly as he had come. We hastened to the jail to speak with Petra’s son. On the way, Petra told us of what she knew. Her husband, son and her son’s friend, Walden, traveled to the old Serpent’s Path. They were seeking gem stones that are known to have fallen from the old statues that lined the path.

It took a bit of doing but the boy finally told us the truth of the story. There had been an owl woman who had shot his step-father. This was after Walden had disappeared for a time. Walden had seen the truth as well but he did not want others to think that he was lying as well. We left the boy and sought out Walden. With much effort we were able to get Walden to speak the truth. He was reluctant as his family as well as himself was being treated well by Viglar. We must now wait for the trial in the morning and hope that Walden speaks the truth. unfortunately, Savigga overheard our plans and we had to stop him. Elabrimborn used his magic and we subdued him. We shall see what awaits us in the morning.

Helm of Peace / Helm of Death
Thorr's Journal Entry 37

We carried the Helm of Peace onward to East Bite to meet up with Ceowyn. The beauty of the helm was a site to behold. The golden crown with antlers shined brightly with its green gem ablaze. The crown was wrapped and placed into a large leather box. We rode again on those large beasts of Rohan.

Our journey was long but we fared well until we came upon a brightly lit sky of fireworks. I could tell that these were of dwarven make. I used stealth to come upon the dwarven camp. I noted the friendliness of the camp and approached. The camp was of Thorin, the Prince of Erebor. My brother-in-law was of course not happy to see me at his camp. I greeted him with a courteous bow and wished him well. I thanked him for allowing me to enter his camp. He was amused by my presence and was not pleased when I mentioned his sister, my wife.

I waived my companions into the camp and introduced them. Thorin was enchanted with Loreth and wanted an arrangement with her for the night. I was taken aback by his words and chastised Thorin for his actions. He backed down from his tone and he asked for forgiveness. Loreth accepted the offer of Thorin to spend the evening together under the condition that he beat her at arm wrestling.

Loreth bested him and Thorin was pleased with her strength and grew fond of her ever more. He requested music and asked to dance with Loreth. They danced and all we sang songs through the night. Thorin noted that there are bandits waiting for something to pass this way. We were given all the food and drink we could carry. He also spoke of a raven that serves some other master. Thorin recited a passionate poem to Loreth and offered his hand in courtship. We know not how Loreth responded as she walked away with him in private.

The site of Loreth standing tall chest to face with Thorin was quite awkward to say the least. Thorin. I can see Thorin has a ways to grow up before he can take his father’s place.

As we continued our journey, I spotted the rogue raven that Thorin mentioned. I elbowed Elabrimborn and his called shot knocked it out of the air as it took flight. The arrow hit home and the scream of a woman fell with it. We were ambushed by men and they tried to lay claim to the Helm for the raven woman called Valdis. Several of the men rained down their swords upon me and I was able to bash their blows aside with my trusty mattock.

Elabrimborn shot the woman and she ran from the battle with her fallen raven. We laid waste to the rest of the men and their captain Ballsy as my mattock crushed his manhood with my mightiest swing. Grimbald, our new companion, proved worthy in battle and his fierceness restored our strength during the battle. It will take time, but he is already showing great promise to be a part of the Whiskey Drinking Bear.

We traveled onward and came upon a caravan of elves of Mirkwood. Ashe was leading the caravan and he welcomed us to his camp. We sang songs during a harsh storm and Ashe reminded me of our archery contest at the Anniversary of the Battle of the Five Armies. He also warned us that Sauron has now revealed himself again and that the shadow has now come upon us. Our hearts grew heavy.

As we camped, Loreth heard sounds coming from over the hills and so we are being watched again. She spotted a creature the size of a hobbit ans surprised it. It was grey and eating a dead rabbit. It escaped into a cave. As Loreth described the creature, Elabrimborn recalled such a creature in Bilbo’s journeys in the Misty Mountains.

We traveled onward the next few days and came upon Jacque the Hungry, a shepherd who was chasing his sheep on his knees. He spoke of his brothers Thomas the Ice and Jacquet the Lion. We speak with him and speak of the story of the Great Halls that appears in the woods. He tells us that this a story to scare children. He offers us tea and gets frustrated when we don’t drink his tea. He excuses himself and opens a drawer, He pulls out a nasty Mordor blade to attack us. We knock him out and search the place an dfind only his poisoned teas. We bind him and leave him with his sheep. We send word to Radaghast to send aide if he can.

We complete our journey to East Bite and reach Ceowyn. We bring forth the Helm of Peace and present it to Ceowyn. He requests that we go with him to place the gift at the site of the wight. We take a short journey through woods and come to the barrows of old. Evermine flowers cover the doors to the crypt. Ceowyn climbs down alone and asks that we stay behind. We remain until we hear his voice fades. We hear him offer the gift and the then the air grows icy cold. We hear the wight screech that it will never accept the gift and spreads fear throughout the crypt. Our hope is dashed as we rush into the crypt.

Ceowyn’s guards turn and flee as the Whiskey Drinking Bear charges into the crypt. We rush to the aid of Ceowyn. The shadowy wight has changed the crown into a Helm of Death and tries to place it onto Ceowyn’s head as he sunken before the wight. Elabrimborn takes a shot to knock aside the Helm and misses. Loreth shoots as well with her Numenorian arrow and strikes the wight as I raise my mattock and strike down the Helm of Death with a crushing blow. It breaks into pieces with a resounding blast and the wight shrieks in anger.

Loreth and Elabrimborn strike blows at the Wight and Grimbald rages as he strikes a furious blow through the wight. The wight is smote into a cloud of dust and then a thunderous clasp erupts as the barrow begins to fall onto our heads. We rush out and grab Ceowyn on our way. The treasures are buried deep within the barrow.

Ceowyn is grateful for saving his life and grants us parcels of land. I was granted rights to open a trading post. I now head home for Erebor to tell them of our news.

Song of Creation and Song

The very world we live in was envisioned
In a choir of Ainur under Iluvatar’s direction
Eru and Ainur sang Ea, Let it Be
To bring forth the stars for us to see
A world for folk to enjoy of their free will
With this freedom did Melkor darkness instill

Without this Shadow there would be no joy for us
Morgoth’s followers suffer because of his ill chorus
There can be no happiness without others’ pain
There can be no growth without a storm’s rain

I often reflect on my elven kin
Twisted by Melkor from within
It brings me sorrow, their crooked course
Carrying his yoke of sacrifice as orcs

If not for my teachings from Saruman the White
I would be ignorant of the lore of the night
And now I too, descend as the shadow’s martyr
Otherwise I’d be as jolly as a hobbit gardener

Elabrimborn Sent from Mirkwood via eagle

A New Alliance
Thorr's Journal Entry 36

The early morning at Rivendell was quite peaceful. I awoke with my arms wrapped around my Mair. I rose to view the beautiful waterfall from my bedroom window. Mair slept soundly after the events of last night. She is so full of energy. I find myself more challenged than in the tournaments at Dragonfest.

I stared out at the water as it tumbled across the rocks. My mood shifted as I flashed backed to the night I almost fell from the cliff battling with the goblins. My thoughts turned to my companions of the Whiskey Drinking Bear and wondered how they fared. My hands felt cold and the feeling remained with me throughout the morning. I left to wander about and meet up with the elven smiths. They were to make a new sword this day and I wanted to learn their techniques.

As I passed the great hall, I heard a loud commotion. As entered, Elrond was weighing a great decision on the life of a man. He presumably entered the realm of Rivendell uninvited bringing a gravely wounded person with him. He knew that this was not wise and yet he dared ride forth. He was a rider of Rohan and yet he seemed different. He spoke of his past and how he was now wandering the lands and homeless.

I could see that there was good in him. I can’t seem to get his name right. It’s Earl or Sidney or something like that. The names of men are futile. I could see in Elrond’s eyes that he didn’t want to pass judgement on this man. Elrond asked for my guidance and something compelled me to stand up for this man. My standing in Rivendell has improved. Once I learned that the wounded person was Loreth, i rushed to be by her side.

Fortunately, she would be alright. She stated that she had separated from Elabrimborn. I knew something was amiss and we summoned riders to seek him out. It was with good fortune that they found him and brought him to Rivendell. He was so concerned for Loreth. Maybe she will see the good in him one day.

We were called back to the sentencing and I hoped that my words would be well received. I bargained for our rider of Rohan to join our fellowship and be spared. We would watch him and ensure that he would not speak of Rivendell’s location to others. Our fellowship is growing and this is good as we will need all the hearts and hope to battle the shadow that comes.


Song of the Rohirrim
Elabrimborn recalls the songs of the Riddermark

South of the Misty Mountain’s pass
Spread rolling seas of green grass

Traversed by blue arteries of water
Call forth Northern horns to their fathers

Here lies Edoras, the Court of the Horse Lords
The Showbourn’s white waters cross its shallow ford

Two lines of King’s have ruled the Golden Hall
Built from the hoard of Scatha’s fall

Here knights, not mere fighters stand
Who love to hear the song of their King’s Command

The Shadow is subtle in the Riddermark
Its taint may yet reach deeper than Mirkwood’s dark

A Ball and Chain
Thorr's Journal Entry 35

Just as I had always promised my new bride, Mair and I traveled to Laketown, Mirkwood and to Rivendell. Our honeymoon trip was quite amazing. We wined and dined in the great halls of both men and elves. We met with the royalty and nobles of all the great houses.

As the new Prince of Erebor and Ambassador to the Elves, our visit was well received. My beautiful Mair was a site to behold and all bowed to her beauty. The gifts received by my new bride were beyond belief. Gold rings, gems and other jewelry and even a diamond tiara were passed on to my sweet young bride. My gifts were also quite generous. A silver rod of elven make was given to me by King Thranduil and symbolized the friendship of our peoples. My Lore knowledge increased as I learned of new tales of men and elves.

King Bard presented me with a special arrow that was made from the bones of a dragon. I will present this to Elabrimborn as he will always have my gratitude for saving my life so that I can be with my Mair. I also received a special moonstone orb from Elrond. As he handed me the orb, he mentioned that this gift would show me the way to the answers that I seek.

All of the parties, dancing, drinking and festivities took their toll on me and I find myself very tired and wanting the solace. I enjoyed each night with my Mair and she showed me wonders that I never had imagined. I am still speechless as to all the things that she could do. I never thought a dwarf could be so nimble.

As we returned to Erebor, my thoughts returned to all that has happened in my life. I am so grateful to all of those that helped me to be where I am today. My fellowship has provided me so much and I will always vow to support my friends. I also look into the eyes of Mair and know that she gives me the strength of 100 dwarves deep within my heart. My awareness also increased as I came to understand more of the behaviors of women. I now know that I am tied to my new bride in more ways than one can imagine. Tis a new chain that binds me and I carry a great burden of responsibility.

And yet, that last evening, my thoughts turned to my childhood and the fear of the shadow that killed my parents. My thoughts of vengeance began to overwhelm me. I pulled out the moonstone in the light of the full moon and held it above the toe ring.

A Chain Undone
Thorr's Journal Entry 34

Our battle with the minions of the Gibbet King continued and we fought through wave after wave of orcs and trolls. After taking down the trolls and felling many orcs, we moved quickly from the main hallway and headed towards the upstairs. We entered the upper chambers with the thought of creating havoc by opening the doors to the wind chambers and bring mass destruction within the chambers. The Gibbet King thwarted our efforts and we drew up to face him and more of his ferocious orcs.

With our backs against the wall, we fought his evil shadow magic and drove forward to where several orcs held the magic chain. As we approached the chain, we could see the Dragon of Renar flying towards the outer entrance to one of the chambers. The orcs were ready to cast the chain onto the dragon and enthrall him to the Gibbet King’s command.

I fought forward with the help of Elabrimborn and Loreth and reached the orcs holding the chain. I slew the first two orcs and was able to pull the chain from the last orc and cast it out the chamber entrance as the dragon arrived. The last orc hit me from behind and knocked me out the chamber entrance and off the cliff. I thought that I would never see my Mair again and then Elabrimborn reached me and grabbed hold of me at the last moment. I will never forget how I owed my life again to Elabrimborn and to Loreth as she slew the Gibbet King as the Dragon landed within the chamber.

Once again, we saved our lands from the Shadow. The Dragon of Renar kept his bargain and allowed us to depart. Had I not been so close to death, I’m not certain that I would have left that worm standing. We eventually made our way back to Erebor and were greeted as champions. The King was pleased to hear the news of how we defeated the Shadow and saved Erebor from the attack of another dreaded dragon.

With the permission of the King, I asked Mair to marry me and we were soon wed within the Great Halls of Erebor. The celebrations lasted for many months and it was wonderful to share my greatest joy with my comrades from the Fellowship of the Whiskey Drinking Bear.

To Deal with a Dragon
Thorr's Journal Entry 33

With the Battle of Celduin now behind us, we returned to Laketown. Everyone gathered for a great feast to celebrate our victory. The merriment was at a fevered pitch when the new song called “The Bridge Fell Out Beneath Their Feet” was played. Our fellowship danced and sang throughout the evening. I was taken away by the new rousing song and felt the urge to start a new style of dance called “Breaking the Bridge”. I shall not forget their cheers for sometime.

Unfortunately, our evening was interrupted by one of my mates from Erebor. Ori had been sent by King Dain to summon us to my home for an urgent matter. It seems a traitor has made off with secrets from the Lonely Mountain. We made haste to my home and immediately were summoned to the secret archives called the Chamber of Marzrabul.

We greeted the King with great respect. The King put his arm around my shoulder and told of us the traitor Lockman. He had brought to Erebor the lost Shield of Throrr, the grand father of Thorin Oakenshield. In exchange for it, he had been granted access to the Chamber. Unbeknownst to all, he had managed to escape with pages from one of the great books. Moon was the records keeper and he described the watch tower in the great north. This tower provided warnings to others when a dragon would venture forth from the mountains. The tower may have been destroyed by Smaug.

Lockman must be up to more treachery and possibly try to bend another worm to do evil against the people of Middle Earth. The Battle of Celduin may have been a diversion to by him time to bring this evil down upon us. The King mentioned to us a story from King Bard of a great chain that was carried by the minions of the Gibbet King. Grave warning signs were upon us. He also mentioned to us that Gandalf wanted Smaug defeated so that the shadow could not use him to their advantage.

The King asked for our service for 5 TP each to travel north and find the watch tower. To learn more of this treachery that is in the works. He gave us the great book to help us learn more about the tower. Elabrimborn presented himself to the King and requested aide to the town of Celduin. The King was graceful and granted the request. He also granted the request for me to visit with his daughter. I can’t believe my good fortune as my efforts have finally granted me my wish to spend time with Maire and have the King’s grace. Calling me son was a proud moment.

It was wonderful to see my Maire again. Maybe after this adventure, I may be granted the chance to court my beloved. Loreth and Elabrimborn learned much while I spent time with Maire. They learned that we should travel to the southeastern arm of the Grey Mountains. We also learned that we should not bring gold into the mountains as the worms will sense it. We are leaving our gold with my family as we travel.

We also learned that the communications at the top of the watch tower looks down on the Chamber of Winds. A spiral staircase can reach this area. We also learned that there is a secret vault near the last bed chamber on the left and the entrance is hidden in the floor.
We also ventured to the pubs and learned of snow trolls being in the mountains and a tower in the sides of the mountain that is haunted. A cold drake slumbers in there now.

A great feast was held in our honor before we left for the north. My Mair sat next to me and lifted my spirits. We ventured forth the next day and on our travels we read more from the book and found the secret entrance to the cellars of the watch tower can be reached by tapping a polished ax thrice to the secret door to the cellar. We also learned that the Great Hall in the tower is protected by a mighty stone lowered by chain to block the front the door or crush monsters beneath it. We also know that the Chamber of Winds upper level is a where 8 tunnels meet. Each door opens and musical notes play. Mountain winds produce tremendous sounds. In case of dire emergencies don’t open north, south and northeast simultaneously when wind blows from the north as a blast will kill everyone.

As we journeyed we came upon WitherFinger near a brown stagnant pool of water. She was an extremely old, mad woman, possibly an entwife. She ran her withered fingers over Elabrimborn’s face. She mentioned many orcs had come upon her and carried a great heavy chain with dark magic. They traveled north and that they headed toward the snow trolls. She mentioned that snow trolls sleep in different caves and we should stay downwind and tread softly. Look out over the withered heath and carry no gold or make fire.

We carried on into the mountains and traveled deep into troll territory. We traversed through the snow troll canyon and past their caves of stench. We sought the Peak of Zurenkinbar. We saw the city in the sides of the mountain with smoke coming out of the windows. We come across the shade of a northmen, the old master of Laketown. He is a visage of sadness and distress. I hailed the old master and he spoke of his cursed gold. He spoke of the worm that would come down upon his old home. He shouts “Here he comes!, Here he comes!” and disappears. We try to hide as a dragon is upon us.

A monstrous grey worm slithered quickly forward on his slime covered belly before we could react. His stench was upon us. He hailed us as cowards and announced that he was Rhennar. He asked why we are on the road that he travels. Elabrimborn began to speak and flatter him but this just threw him into a rage and he began to attack. I tried to interject but this made it even worse. He smashed a massive rock in two and then rose up to cast fear upon us. We withstood his test and Loreth threw herself before him and shouted “Great One, we have news and one does not choose who we travel with”. This stopped him momentarily and she explained that their are minions of the Gibbet King here to capture you and bind your will to them. Loreth noticed that the dark cold worm had an iron collar bound to him and that he must have been enslaved in the past.

She was able to strike a bargain for us to steal the chain so that it could never be used upon him. Rhennar accepted the deal but only If we go first and save whoever is in charge for Rhennar. And so after changing our undergarments, we set off towards the watch tower. After many hours we found the secret entrance. Fortunately, someone had packed an ax. We tapped three times on the secret door and entered the secret tunnel.

I led us down the dark tunnel without light. We made our way through the lower level and found a set of stairs leading up. We made our way to a great room and found ourselves in a pickle. Goblins were skittering about above the Great Hall ceiling and primed to shoot arrows down upon us. Elabrimborn shot at the goblins and we waited in an ante-chamber as a large troll came out and ran towards the throne in the middle of the room. Loreth rushed out and attacked the troll before he could pick up the throne to throw at us. I ran out and leaped up onto the throne and then jumped towards the troll, smashing my mattock into him. His thick hide blunted my blow and I fell to the floor. Unbelievably, he threw the throne at Elabrimborn and it struck home.

Orcs entered the battle and all looks lost. We must bring this troll down. Loreth slices through the troll and his hate is centered on Loreth. I raise up my mattock again and strike down on his foot. He is wounded. Elabrimborn casts a light spell to attract the enemy away from us. The troll is oblivious to the light and he bites at me and tears out my flesh. I am undaunted and swing back my mattock back up through his groin and he drops. As he falls he spits out my flesh back at me as he drops to his death.

Elabrimborn’s light spell goes off in a blinding flash and they are startled. They turn their attention to Loreth and myself. We dodge their wearied attacks and the others rush upon us. Loreth is hit with another slashing blade as well as myself. More orcs rush out into battle and again our fellowship is at risk of ending.

A Dwarven "guest" of the Elven King
Kili shared this controversial song with Elabrimborn

In the prison of the Elven King
Delusional with sorrow I do sing
The promises of, an elven maid
Confess my crimes, to be saved
Her elven kiss, charms me to sleep
No longer hungry, nor I weep

My prison forever, these forest walls
Never again to see Dwarven Halls
To hear ring of hammer on stone
Her elven prison my final tomb

The elven path where danger be
Starved and poisoned, my kin and me
Became easy prey for elven bow
No wizard or burgler now do show

The path, the elves believe Iluvatar sent
For dwarves it leaves us bruised and bent
I’ll remain for years, as beard grows long
Delusional with sorrow singing this song

Thou Shalt Not Pass Part Deux
Thorr's Journal Entry 32

The Battle of Celduin was upon us. Our defenses held firm during the first wave of the assault of worgs and orcs. My mortal enemy fell upon us as Loreth and Hunter were out Scouting. Hunter’s bravery saved Loreth and the luck of the Hobbits were with us.

Our reinforcements of the portcullis and fire pits worked well during the assault. We thrust back the enemy’s initial push. The fire pits sent many of the wargs and orcs scurring to their deaths over the bridge. I fashioned a set of ropes to swing down from the tower and onto the bridge. I smashed my mattock into the orcs as they approached. The arrows of Elabrimborn and Hunter reigned down on the bloody bastards. Loreth slew several of the orcs as they tired to climb over the portcullis. We made quick work of them.

As we regrouped and set more traps into motion, the second wave came upon us. We were not prepared for the bellowing sound of what was to come. The massive troll set forth at a rapid pace and ran full force towards the portcullis. Elabrimborn raised his mighty bow and I lit his arrow with fire. As the troll ran past our fire pit, Elabrimborn’s arrow let loose and everything burst into flame. The troll, however, pushed through the fire and came barreling down the bridge. Just as the troll came up to the bridge, I swung down and laid my mattock into him. I landed and danced around behind him and took the beast down.

The remaining orcs made great strides towards the battlements but we were able to take them down. Some managed to break through and get to the controls of the portcullis but I was able to make it back to the tower and stop them. Unfortunately, we lost Hunter. His loss was not taken well by Loreth and I saw that I had judged him wrongly. He will be missed.

The rest of the evening was a blur as we fought the next wave of orcs and worgs attacked. We fought bravely and took many down and yet they kept coming. I had to make it out onto the river with the small boat that we had repaired. With cover from my friends, I was able to make it to the bridge and set the explosions in motion. The bridge fell and we thought again that this would delay them long enough to allow the King;s troops to arrive.

At that moment, the Gibbet King appeared. He came forth with horses and his wagon and they set adrift onto the river. With his host of orcs and wargs they attacked with fervor. We held our ground and I again went out onto the water. I made my way to his wagon and slew one of the horses to slow him down. The Gibbet King cast his evil spells on us.

He kept coming across the river and then Elabrimborn cut loose the other horse and the dead one. As the wagon started to set adrift, I hacked into the wagon and then set it afire. With great effort I was able to bring my mattock down onto the Gibbet King’s foot. He shrieked in pain and tried his spells again. We dodged his spells and I was able to bring him down with my favored weapon.

As the Gibbet King burnt to his death and sunk to the bottom of the river, we cheered and then somehow we knew that the Gibbet King had not perished but merely spirited away. Just in time, the King’s troops arrived and hunted down the remaining orcs and wargs. As we recovered, I healed many of the remaining people who had been poisoned. We also repaired many of the buildings and built a barge to carry people from across the river.

Although the elder councilman was not happy with our taking down the bridge, we were able to give them back some of their livelihood. We also took time to give a beautiful eulogy to Hunter and those that we lost.


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